Society's Disposable Son - Beneath The Massacre

The air is humid

And the floor is cold, prisoner

Crime unknown

Prisoner

Awaiting my sentence

Society’s disposable son

Outcast, grown apart

Institutionalized since day one, society’s unwanted son

Raised by emotionless TV screen, this is everyone’s crime

Go ahead pull the trigger if this is how you want it

Anywhere but here is where I want to be right now

I am the reflection of your mad world and system

Anywhere but here is where I want to be right now

Go ahead pull the trigger on your own creation

When I’ll leave

I’ll watch you

Right in the eyes

Society’s disposable son

Outcast, grown apart

The air is humid

And the floor is cold, prisoner

Crime unknown

Sentenced

Leaving with my eyes wide open